For Demacia

School was out.

Many parents were waiting at the gate to pick up their children.

Meanwhile, across the street at a small convenience store, Brother Quan and his crew stood up and began making their way toward the school entrance.

Once Brother Quan identified his target, the slightly disheveled female college student would step forward.

Everything was already set in motion.

Inside the school, Lin Mo stood by the window on the upper floor, observing the scene below with perfect clarity.

He pointed out Brother Quan to the others, and Fang Jun quickly recognized him as the man who had barged into their KTV room.

After triple-checking the plan, the group set off.

Xie Yuling frowned and turned to Lin Mo. "Shouldn’t we report this to a teacher?"

Fang Jun chimed in, "Teachers might have some authority inside the school, but outside? Useless. Unless the principal steps in, that is."

Their school was a provincial model high school, and the principal was a high-ranking official—a true heavyweight.

Lin Mo had come up with this plan to boost his reputation within the school.

After all, the system had issued a mission earlier.

That was why he hadn’t taken direct action against Brother Quan over the weekend.

From his interpretation of the system’s cryptic wording, "demonic cultivators" likely referred to street thugs.

And "raising the sect’s prestige" meant increasing his own notoriety.

Recruiting classmates to help was one way to achieve that.

With their target locked in, Lin Mo and Fang Jun headed out.

Though many classmates weren’t directly involved, curiosity got the better of them, and they trailed behind at a distance, eager to witness the drama unfold.

Even Chu Miaomiao, usually reserved, stood beside Xie Yuling with keen interest.

After all, the two had already exchanged friendship tokens.

Rarely the one to initiate conversation, Chu Miaomiao asked, "Do you know what’s going on?"

She had noticed the back-row boys buzzing with excitement but had no clue why.

Xie Yuling only had a vague idea herself, but spotting the man from the KTV incident, she could guess the gist of it.

...

Lin Mo and Fang Jun walked toward the school gate.

The other boys maintained a careful distance but subtly formed a loose encirclement.

Sure enough, before they even stepped outside, Brother Quan spotted Lin Mo and nudged the woman beside him. "See that guy? That’s the one."

The woman squinted. "Oh? Not bad-looking."

Brother Quan immediately wrapped an arm around her waist. "Who’s handsomer, huh?"

She plastered on a smile. "Of course it’s you, Brother Quan."

Satisfied, he smirked and gave her rear a pat. "Go on. Do your thing, and we’ll have some real fun tonight."

Though inwardly scoffing at the toothpick of a man, the woman strode toward Lin Mo—Brother Quan had paid her, after all.

The moment Lin Mo stepped past the gate, the woman in blue-and-white stripes rushed at him, shrieking, "Baby! Darling!"

Instantly, every parent and student at the gate turned to stare.

The smear tactic was vicious.

Guilty or not, the mud had been slung—now Lin Mo would struggle to wash it off.

But Lin Mo simply took two steps back, while Fang Jun blocked the woman’s path. "Auntie, who exactly are you calling ‘baby’? What’s his name, huh?"

They’d planned for this. These people might recognize them but wouldn’t know their names.

Fang Jun’s retort left the woman stammering.

Then a student in uniform piped up, "Isn’t his name Chen Mo?"

Seizing the lifeline, the woman cried, "Yes! Chen Mo’s my darling! How could I mistake him?"

The student burst out laughing. "Dumbass, his name isn’t Chen Mo. You don’t even know him."

The woman froze, humiliated.

Brother Quan hadn’t expected interference, but he signaled his crew, and they advanced. "Little sis, so this is the bastard who knocked you up?"

The woman nodded eagerly. "Yes! He’s the one!"

Brother Quan bared his teeth at Lin Mo. "You little shit! Messing with my sister? You’re dead!"

With that, they pulled out weapons and charged.

Lin Mo and Fang Jun didn’t waste breath—they bolted back toward the school.

The thugs, armed and furious, gave chase, intent on beating Lin Mo to a pulp.

Their original plan had relied on the woman detaining Lin Mo, but now they had to improvise.

Yet the moment they crossed the school threshold, the gates slammed shut behind them. Students swarmed from all sides, cutting off escape.

Lin Mo spun around.

Somehow, the security guards had poured out of their booth, armed with riot shields, steel batons, and other anti-riot gear.

After the last incident, they’d undergone additional training—their reflexes were sharper now.

A steel baton rammed into Brother Quan’s gut, sending him sprawling.

A guard with a rubber truncheon and shield pounced, hammering him relentlessly.

The gang gaped. What the hell was happening?!

Panicking, they turned to flee—only to find the gates locked.

Oh no.

They’d walked right into a trap.

Then, from the sidelines, students broke into a sprint.

Ultraman Kick!

Kamen Rider Strike!

Hah! Trying to run? Lightning Whirlwind Slash!

"Let thunder shatter the darkness!"

"For Demacia!"

Inside the security booth, Director Huang lifted his thermos and took a leisurely sip.

"Mmm. Today’s tea is exceptionally sweet."

Outside, the woman tried to bolt, but students closed in, encircling her.

Zhang Yuzhong—the one who’d called her a "dumbass"—showed no mercy, twisting her arms behind her back.

"Arrested!"

The others sighed.

"Ugh, I should’ve gone inside for the ambush. My ‘Thousand-Year Kill’ is legendary."

"Relax. Lin Mo’s orders—safety first."

Within minutes, two police cars screeched to a halt at the gate.

By the time the gates reopened, Brother Quan and his men were pinned to the ground.

The security team even struck a pose—

"Paw Patrol, mission accomplished!"

As for the students who’d unleashed their ultimate moves? Vanished.

As if they’d never been involved.

Only Lin Mo, as the key witness, remained.

He’d already told Xie Yuling and the others to leave.